Hotaru
He earned her surprise fair and square, and so she does not begrudge him his humor and satisfaction. It keeps the shadows at bay to see him smiling and laughing out in the snow, a vision she always wants to see him portraying. Enzo's words have done much to improve her recently, and even Hotaru is self-aware enough to know that.
"You're special, certainly, though in the more insulting sense," she quips back through a grin that slowly grows at his playful needling. Their components are too well matched some days for these attacks to work well, and the buffeting rejection of her revenge doesn't inspire disappointment or frustration as it would with anyone else. His offer makes her roll her eyes to the heavens in relief, shoving the window higher as she lifts a leg to brace against the sill. "Gods, do I," she effuses, and gracefully throws herself from the window, easing her descent with her magic instead of her shifts. The ice and frost crunch delightfully beneath her feet, more crackly now in the summer, and she bends to scoop a handful of it into a ball that she immediately throws Deimos' way. Behind him, a small spark of electricity aims for his glutes, hoping to pin him between the two attacks that ensue immediately upon his invitation of engagement.
"You're special, certainly, though in the more insulting sense," she quips back through a grin that slowly grows at his playful needling. Their components are too well matched some days for these attacks to work well, and the buffeting rejection of her revenge doesn't inspire disappointment or frustration as it would with anyone else. His offer makes her roll her eyes to the heavens in relief, shoving the window higher as she lifts a leg to brace against the sill. "Gods, do I," she effuses, and gracefully throws herself from the window, easing her descent with her magic instead of her shifts. The ice and frost crunch delightfully beneath her feet, more crackly now in the summer, and she bends to scoop a handful of it into a ball that she immediately throws Deimos' way. Behind him, a small spark of electricity aims for his glutes, hoping to pin him between the two attacks that ensue immediately upon his invitation of engagement.
angels would damn themselves for me
